Friday, July 25, 2008 9:28 AM
I did this for Lit. I found it disturbing.
Sonnet 130
William Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks,
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know,
That music hath a far more pleasing sound.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Sunday, July 20, 2008 8:07 AM
Dear Blogger,
I am so angry I want to murder my mum.
Yours sincerely,
Angry son!
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Thursday, July 17, 2008 7:31 AM
I had this weird dream. I dreamt of holding your hands.
What a nice dream it was.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Monday, July 14, 2008 7:56 AM
I look around and see you.
I close my eyes but hear you.
I shut my ears but smell you.
I clench my nose but feel you.
I desensitise myself but taste you.
I guess I must burn my tongue now.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Tuesday, July 08, 2008 6:19 AM
I am having a headache.
Give me some Panadol.
I am having a flu.
Give me some Medications.
I am having gastric.
Give me food.
My heart aches.
Give me love.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
Saturday, July 05, 2008 12:47 AM
If you have no voice, scream;
If you have no legs, run;
If you have no hopes, invent.
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious
